When the Lights Went Out Page #3
- I am a reporter.
I don't see anything to report on.
- If you stuck around...
- I'll see myself out.
Well done, soft ass.
Shut up.
Really, Mr Maynand,
I'm a very busy man.
Look at my hair in that picture.
It's awful, isn't it?
And they don't even bloody mention me.
- It's not fair, is it, love?
- It sure isn't.
Can we come see it?
My mum doesn't like people
coming into the house.
- She says so?
- My father does.
- No, it's not true.
- How much are the papers paying you?
- Leave her alone, she is tired.
- Go away.
- Jerk.
- Wetpants.
Who are all those people?
Idiots.
What's going on here?
- A ghost performance.
- Costs a pound, but it's worth it.
Shift out.
This is my bloody house!
This is my daughter's room.
Not a lot happens in there.
I'll be right back.
- What the hell you are playing at?
- I'm making us a quid, love.
- Get rid of them.
- You wanted a new kitchen, or not?
Now!
- Are we next?
- No, the show is over. Go away.
Dad.
Dad!
- What?
- Can I have ten shilling, please?
- Sod off.
- Angry money.
A pound?
I thought you were putting it up,
not taking it down.
I didn't do it.
Where did you get that?
I nicked it from the shop.
It's horrible.
You thief, give it.
- It tastes like honey.
- Like liquid acid.
I can't spit it out.
- Who wants to talk to me?
- Nobody.
Then thou must bugger off.
- I'm tipsy.
- Me too.
You've ever been drunk before?
Yeah, sometimes I take a bit
of sherry of my mum.
Are you coming to my birthday?
- Of course, if I'm invited.
- Of course.
Was that you, at the town hall?
You look pretty.
Knock it off.
Get off me.
Stop it.
What are you laughing at?
- What do you think it is?
- What?
- It.
- I don't know.
A girl, maybe a boy.
- That makes it easier, doesn't it?
- What do you think then?
I'll tell you what I think it is.
What?
Evil.
- Where were you tonight?
- With Lucy.
Good. I'm glad you found a friend.
An alive one, that is.
Don't know what you're on about.
come around the door...
Wearing our daughter's gloves
and start conducting...
Yeah, you were good and all.
Get the right timing.
- And your family?
- Got them fearing out.
Sure they appreciate having a big
tough guy like you around them?
- Who are you then?
- A friend.
Well, friend, maybe it's time
you buggered off home.
- I could suggest the same to you.
- Yeah?
- You f***ing twat!
- Len, leave it.
Leave it.
I can't f***ing believe it.
F***ing a**hole.
- Maybe he had a point.
- What? I thought you were my mate.
That's why I'm saying
you should be home.
We had a row.
So? Go home and make it up to her.
- I don't even know how.
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